I used to laugh at my mother...

Be vigilent in all you do. Your actions can come back to bite you. I used to laugh at my mother for locking her keys in the car -- there was one period in her life where she locked them in the car several days in a row and I was ALWAYS the one who discovered this. Oh, did I give her grief! And so, the universe, in its infinite wisdom, decided to return the favor...
Yesterday started late: the time change has thrown us all for a loop. Around 10:30, I managed to get the boys packed up and in the car -- we had errands to run. I did tell them, however, that we would go to the library first (Jason was in search of more Larry Boy, this despite the fact that he has read/had read to him all the books in the series that the library owns...) and so we did. The library itself is a bit of a mess. They are remodeling and so have stuffed the kids books back in the section of the library with the magazines and the computers. We did find quite a few books, and Jason reborrowed a Ricky Ricotta book that he'd heard previously 'I don't quite remember all the details' he told me solemnly. Who can argue with that? But time was running on and we needed to do the errands so, with some difficulty, I shivvied the boys out of the library... only to discover that I had locked my keys AND my cell phone in the car! Arggg! Back into the library, to the pay phone. I called AAA and they promised to send someone -- within an hour. Hmmm
The good news was that the sun was shining and while the weather wasn't warm, it wasn't blistering cold either. That being the case, we went outside and sat on a bench to wait for the AAA guy. I read about 6 books before Xander announced that he was getting cold. (There was a bit of a wind and I hadn't put any of us in heavy coats, not intending to be outside for any length of time!) So back in we went and sat in the library a bit. We read three more books then I dragged the boys outside again to the little grassy area in front of the library. They ran and jumped there for awhile then we sat down and read some more. About 45 minutes went by in this manner before the locksmith showed. Took him another 15 minutes to get us in but he did, finally. By this point, however, it was too late to run the errands. The boys were getting hungry and tired so home we went... And all I could think was 'Oh,will my mother laugh at this one!'
I will say, Jason was amazing through the whole thing -- helpful and patient. He played with and sheparded his little brother. Xander, of course, was too busy being a shark to care much. He charged about the grassy area and threatened to eat up the trees. He is so very two. I find myself shaking my head over him on a regular basis.
And I am more convinced than ever that diet really does play a role in how the boys do. Yesterday I made the mistake of giving Jason a peanut butter cookie as a snack to hold him until dinner. He became very fragile. Tears and tantrums over anything. Once we had him home (Tom had met us at a park), and had fed him a dinner of eggs and sausage and vegetables and fruit, he calmed down and became his reasonable self again. I am thinking that I should, at some point, have him checked for diabetes. He has great-grand parents on both sides of the family who developed the illness late in life. It might not be a bad idea to monitor the situation now and train him in the proper eating habits...
Hope today goes better.